My Room
The desk is old but it feels new, covered in that shiny, smooth, new layer that brings furniture back to life. The lights are dim, but from some obscure place out of my vision a candle burns bright, casting its flickering warmth over the desk in front of me. I can hear the rain, pitter and patter against the small windows placed deep into the walls around me.
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Love the use of “jaggedly,” so concrete and tangible. “The blazing warm sun” closes the haiku with a sense of peace and feeling the sun on one’s face. The second line is dramatic and it introduces water strongly but it also takes over the peace of the other two lines because of its length and choppiness (although the choppiness echoes the waves). The challenge would be to reduce that watery and airy emotion of the second line to 7 syllables like reducing a perfume to its core essence.